Page 95 of The Dragon 2
Her moan.
She caught it too late. Tried to breathe through it, to bury it, but it was done. She hadn’t meant for me to hear it.
But I did.
Now I knew it wasn’t just my dominance that made her wet. It was the idea ofme—the Dragon—on my knees.
A grin spread across my face. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“You heard nothing.”
“I heardthat, Tora.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“You moaned in the most delicious way.”
“I did not.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Oh, but youdid.Somewhere deep inside, you want it. You want the Dragon to beg.”
“Kenji. . .”
“You want to hear me sayplease.”
Her breath hitched again.
“You want to be the only woman in the world who could ever make me bend. The only one who could look down and see me—feral, restrained, undone—begging for the taste of your pussy.”
“Mmmm.”
That one word unraveled something deep in my spine.
Fuck.
“I’d do it, you know.”
She inhaled sharply. “Do what?”
“I’d fall to my knees for you, Tora. Justonce. Just for you. I’d spread your thighs with my face and stay there until you soaked every inch of me. I’d murmur how sweet you taste while you use my mouth until you forget your own name.”
Another moan.
Softer.
Needier.
“You like that image, don’t you?” I pressed. “Me. On my knees. Tongue out. Voice hoarse. Needing nothing more than your permission.”
She didn’t answer with words.
Just another breathless sound.
I exhaled into the mouthpiece, letting it wash over her like smoke and silk. “Say it.”
